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 Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 1:44 pm
Ovelias front paws was moving, as if she kept putting her weight back and forth. Sure, she had met alot of numas, all kinds, but she never liked it when she felt unwated. Tho, it rarely did happen to her, mostly numas just liked staring at her even if they didnt directly talk to her.
"I think it looks lovely as it is.. very emotional.." she said softly. Considering leaving, she looked the other numa up and down. But then again, he were one of the more interesting fellas she had luck to even see! Somehow, lately, she had not met a ton. Looking around the room, and thinking back of the flowers on the creepy graveyard the words "Its kind of beautiful here, in its own way" slipped her lips, almost like a whisper.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 7:22 pm
"Emotional." He repeated after her. Her compliments triggered a soft gentle smile. One of relief. He didn't know what smiling was; what it meant but he did it and it was his first time.
"The flowers. Help the dead to relieve themselves." He said. Somewhat in surprise of what he said himself but didn't show it. Emotionless is what he was but the art showed different. He watched each and every chisel he made. Every mark and hard work; but he didn't feel accomplished. He didn't feel anything. He shrugged his shoulder in an uninteresting manner.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 6:15 am
Ovelia glanced over at him. He didnt look that bad or horrible.. a bit bigger than many but defenitly not in a bad or scary way. His eyes tho, they were the part that worried her a little. Even if you meet an more evil numa, his eyes show some kind of expression. This ones didnt.
While her playful side just wanted to tug his ear and keep him smiling, her adult mind said there were something different about this numa. "Yes.. your work shows alot of feelings" she said and gave him one of her sweet smiles. "Flowers makes the dead very happy" she agreed "a sign of not being forgotten but remembered, of being loved even if not seen." Ovelia walked around him a little bit and looked down on the statue, her hair hiding alot of her face. "I think, it is very good, I can imagine that the angel is both sad and happy...."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 12:47 pm
"You think so...?"
He turned around having his back to the statue. In a moments notice his fishy friend started to tie a knot of large rope around him. Like a bookbag he carried the statue; and dragging along with his tail his shovel. The trusty shovel that he would now plot the headstone for.
He walked out the rather small building and held the door open til his fish took over the door opening job. He followed the path of flowers. Varieties and softly settled his body where a grave was dug up. With precision and careful treatment he put down the headstone in its proper place. He didn't mean to walk away but tomorrow was the day of burial and he needed it done. Or he couldn't forgive himself. His focus became the perfection of the headstone put in to the ground. Almost forgetting about his follower from before.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 1:04 pm
Opening her mouth to respond, she realize he didnt really care for her responds. Shrugging her shoulders she just held her head high and got ready to follow him, tho she felt herself feeling an urge to give up on him.
As she walked out from the small building she saw him pull his stuff with him down the lane. Hmm.. Then again, if she left now, would she be able to find someone else to interact with, if you could call this that.
On a distance she followed, not sure what to say or do, she wished to help but as she looked down at her paws she wondered if she really wanted to get them dirty.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 1:26 pm
Once the grave stone was set he took out one flower bucket out at a time. Slowly he started to put flowers in an organized matter. He felt her presence and glanced back at her. "If you'd like to go home... I believe leaving a female to walk alone is not an option. So if you'd like I will walk you home. Its late." He said in a sole voice. Not very much carrying to go or not.
He touched the petals ever so softly. If it were a moment that he could feel something at this point. Itd be passion and sadness. Yet he could not express these. He looked up at the headstone he put up. Its eyes staring back at him.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 1:33 pm
Surprised Ovelia looked up from her thoughts, did he just talk to her, like really and sincerely talked to her. "Ehm.." still surprised her words seemed to be stumbling a bit over themselfs. "That would be very appriciated, but not necessary" she said as she looked around the dark graveyard. Who knows, maybe she were older than this place even.
"Either way, you should finish that" she said with a smile and a nod at the flowers and the grave. "It looks very peaceful." Somehow, the thoughts of her own grave came to mind and her eyes shifted from untouched happyness to darker shade of sadness. But it were soon gone and her normal happy eyes were there.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:20 pm
"Your grave." He said in a soft voice. "I have not made it yet." He said with an emotionless stare in to the angel's eyes. He went back to his attention to the flowers he was organizing. He remembered the tasks he needed to do. The grim reaper's soul inside of him; knowing and seeing who would die.
He softly made the flowers look bright and he gentle looked at it. Soulless but gently; the stare of wanting.
"And even if its not necessary, I will do it."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:30 pm
Ovelia backed away a few steps, her eyes widening. Gasping. "You.. You can hear my thoughts?" she asked, a bit scared. She cant recall saying those words out loud, how could he possibly answer her thoughts and it wasnt the first time it seemed like it.
"I- I dont know what to say" she said, shaking her head. It wasnt common to step up on mindreaders... especially not in numa candy land.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:35 pm
"Read your thoughts?" He thought about what she meant and glanced at her. "No I can not." He simply replied.
"I am sorry if I am making you feel uncomfortable. My apologizes."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 2:59 pm
Ovelia tilted her head and looked at him wondering.
"Bu-but.. how could you respond to my thoughts?" she asked wondering, or did she totally just misread what he said, maybe he was talking to himself about something else. At this moment, she started to feel a bit silly.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:01 pm
"I smelt the aroma of death on you." He said touching a flower's petal. He turned to her. With a white rose in his paws; curled around his paw. He nodded and extended his paw to her with the rose sitting on it.
He had no thought what so ever; nor did he really feel anything to begin with but giving her the rose was something he had to do. She commented and praised his art; not like anyone ever has... nor knew about.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:09 pm
Ovelia swollowed. Swollowed hard.
"You.. you smelt death on me?" her eyes widened. She smelled like death? Harrid she started to smell on herself and looking herself over, was her beauty ruined?? her hair flying in all directions and her bells making clinging, rather violent sounds.
"OH No" she gasped and fell down at the ground, as she looked up, his paw was reached out and there were a rose in it. "Oh..." now she didnt sound as terrible upset, mostly looking surprised.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:30 pm
"Its just the aura... I am sorry if I may caused some discomfort." He didn't feel anything for the girl being beautiful; even if he admitted she was quite glamorous but he himself preferred the dead.
"You don't smell like it physically..." He tried to explain but probley failed. He extended his other paw and held her up; then putting her down on her paws gentle. He tried to hand the rose to her once more.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:36 pm
Surprised she felt herself being lifted to then being set on the ground, unused to this she looked up at him, realizing she was rather small and that maybe following a gravediggers, whos eyes said nothing, werent such a smart idea. "Oooh.. good... you got me worried there for a while ^^;" relieved she didnt smell bad she breath out.
Not being able to not smile she took the rose carefully, afraid she might scare him if she accidently got to close... as the took hold of the beautiful flower she froze. Something had hit her. With blank eyes she looked up.
"Am I gonna die?" she asked with one breath, out of nowhere.
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